If I could phone the Dalai Lama, this is what I would ask him. “Dalai Lama,” I would ask, “How can I take Montreal losing a game, any game, with a grain of salt?”
And he would probably answer; “Take a deep breath,” my son, “think of the universe, the moon and stars, love and flowers, and then when you’ve thought of them, suck it up.”
For more than fifty years I’ve taken Canadiens’ losses hard. But only privately, never noticed by others. It weighs on me, I can’t explain it, except that I know for sure that I’ve always loved this team and I’d rather not that they lose, to say the least.
You can appreciate that, right?
And the other night, when the Habs lost to the lowly Atlanta Thrashers, I was in a lousy mood.
Deep down, I felt something. I felt that if they blew this game to a team they shouldn’t lose to, it’s opening up a whole can of worms. Because the next night, they have to face the red-hot and always difficult New Jersey Devils.
So it’s beyond my control now. I need a wise man like the Dalai Lama, to not only cope with the Habs inexcusable loss to the Atlanta Thrashers, but now to cope with what I thought could happen and did. A lousy 5-2 loss to those Devils from New Jersey.
And the boys head into the All-Star break on a two-game losing streak. My worst fears are realized.
Saku Koivu played, and so did Carey Price. I had fish and fresh veggies and dip for supper.